Before we can
Heal and let go,
We must remember
There’s always
Next season
I was exhausted by the energy
It took to hate myself
Until I realized that
Was actually the energy
It took to seethe at
The offensive coordinator.
If you measure
The length of
Your heartache
It will equal
The distance
Between
That goddamn receiver
And an easy first down
Healing begins with acceptance
And culminates with
Smashing your television
True power
Is setting your heart
And that jersey
On fucking fire
In the driveway
Looking inside ourselves
Can be frightening
As we change
And our worlds change,
But if we are kind
To ourselves
We can learn to
Talk to Brian again
And maybe even, one day,
Pay what we owe our bookie,
Saltwater Dave
Internal growth means
Not blaming ourselves,
But instead,
Blaming those idiot referees
For the reason Susan
Took the kids to her parents’ house,
Sighting a
Gambling addiction
And minor
Rage issues.
The greatest gift
Sadness can give us
Is the strength
To not be afraid to cry
While trying to superglue
Back together the pieces
Of that
Smashed television
Sometimes deep mental clarity
Is preceded by the forgiveness
We give ourselves
But like,
Why the hell didn’t they just run
The ball on fourth and inches,
Are you fucking kidding me?
There’s nothing larger
Than self-loathing,
And nothing powerful
Enough to shrink it
Than loving yourself
And also somehow
Coming up with the
Money to pay
Saltwater Dave
